Passion a wave, surges with crests and troughs, always pulsing throbbing
Tides that raise and fall driven by moon, winds, pushes and ebbs, never constant
Always present, in violent storms it destroys, its destruction leaves sobbing
Changing colors of the sea, the liquid heart of you and me
Love, not sun or moon nor guiding star but what we are, always present
The lighthouse inside, a guiding beam through storms on a perilous sea
Though breakers batter, beat the shore, built on solid rock, secure, quiescent
Will guide you home, safe and sure to what you adore, whatever you be
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: September 12th, 2025 03:51
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Comments1
Philosophical and truly feels like when we free our souls just to look at the light instead of the dark. A revolution for so many to be able to see the cup half full and thus appreciate what we have. A great piece of wisdom with marvelous imagery. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for the review and generous words of encouragement they are as always appreciated my friend
I know you tell me every day 🤣 ❤️
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